Sketches Of The Moon

All your sketches of the moon
Brought me back
For a while we were immune to the sands of time

Well you came out ripe and tender

All your stories end too soon
You talk too fast
All those things you said you'll do
Stuck in the past

Well you came out ripe and tender
What an awful way to break the spell

Wont you cut yourself some slack
Wont you cut yourself some slack
Wont you cut yourself some slack
Wont you cut yourself some slack



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